for his entire life, my dad thought "crab apple trees" were "crap apple trees". last sunday afternoon on the drive home from church, solomon and i were commenting on how our crab apple trees were blooming quite prettily. my dad wondered aloud why they were called "cra(b/p)" apples, and sent sol and i off onto some rediculous tangent about crustateans on trees and such. our completly confused dad could not figure out the connection between the lobsters, scallops and the poo that he had in mind. of the apples, he wondered, "do they really taste that bad?". when we finally figured out what he was thinking, we couldnt help but laugh (for a very long time) ...errm.. with him. not at him! silly chinese accents... ;).